Dear Luna,
I kept on calling you fat.
You noticed.
You looked at me..
But then you turned your back on me.
And you kept on walking.
I grabbed your arm.
It didn't feel right.
I pulled your sleeve.
Your arm was full of bandages.
So you really did cut yourself.
I thought you wouldn't.
I just stared at you.
I didn't know what to do.
I wanted this.
But why does it affect me?
I feel guilty.
Love,
Aiden